Without a queen the locust swarm turned the ground to black. Descending like a shadowy tower on a fish's back and scattered the sticks who crawled like snakes in the sand as the red clay took the form of a lizard who rushed like a moth to the flame of my open hand.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2368 | 2021-07-12 15:26:31 | 71.68 | 99% |
| 2049 | 2021-06-17 15:21:40 | 66.41 | 97% |